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I woke up to this glorious day, depression now under control, feeling good in as long as I can remember, and started thinking about something other than myself. All the shit going on in the world, bombings going on here, to detract attention from what’s going on over there, news they want us to believe true that is absolute lies and fabrication, people of all nationalities divided and conquering. It’s enough to make you want to puke; but where my thoughts turned today, as I drove over the expanse of water, smooth as glass, reflecting a perfect southern sky that makes you happy to be alive to witness, was to the darkest depths of the human soul.
I’ve seen a few posts here and there of late, the response and reaction of people horrified and unbelieving that this could be going on in their own towns and cities, and yet no real outcries to put a stop to the madness; and the worse sort of madness it indeed is.
I’m talking about the parents searching for lost children, infants, teens, young adults; gone missing without a trace; another face on a poster blowing in the breeze on a light pole somewhere that most people passing by don’t even bother to notice. I’m talking about those same lost children, infants, teens and young adults, stolen or sold, drugged and enslaved, tortured and raped, over and over to the highest or lowest bidder; anyone willing to pay.
I’m talking about the abhorrent, unconscionable crime of human trafficking and why the fuck it’s not the number one criminal priority in the world to stop!
We all have things we like to think of as “our cause,” displaying the bumper sticker labeling ourselves as proponents of; signing online petitions to save this species or that, but you don’t see much promoting the end of people stealing and selling people; not just for commercial sexual abuse, but physical forced labor, domestic slavery, fighters in armed conflicts, and yes, the removal and selling of human organs for transplant.
Human trafficking is the second largest International crime in the world.
IN THE WORLD!
Something to think about . . .
Sometimes, all it takes is one beautiful act of random kindness, to restore ones faith in humanity and shed a little light in the darkness. I am surrounded by beautiful people and know that I am blessed.
I lost my first love to death at nineteen, chased his ghost for a decade; trying to find him, trying to find who I was without him, until I met the mate of my soul; found love with him so true and unconditional that I was totally free just to be and discover me. Now too, I have lost that love to death – my greatest love, my true love, my last love; and while I know exactly who I am now, don’t have to search or chase his ghost, for I see and feel him everywhere, in every thing, I can’t get past the pain of my broken heart to even fill my lungs with a full breath. Love changed us, it made us better, it created precious life from the best of both of us, it saved us more than once and his death has changed me still more. If I could feel anything past this pain perhaps I could find a way to peel my self off the floor.
~ jill terry 7.7.16
No matter how you choose to celebrate – Ēostre, Ostara, or Easter, the symbolism is the same; the death and rebirth of life during this time of year. Make it a blessed one and may your day be filled with much love and light. ❥jill